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By The Felice Brothers, You were my favorite, my favorite
We'd shed our Dungarees, do
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By The Felice Brothers, Powder your nose, pull off your pantyhose
Let me love you
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By The Felice Brothers, Had a dream I was buried in ice
Doesn't that sound
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By The Felice Brothers, Well a cold wind did come up and blew my
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By The Felice Brothers, Would you love me
If I told you I was born
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By The Felice Brothers, My car goes
Chicago
Every weekend to pick up some cargo
I think
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By The Felice Brothers, Winter passed without a glaze, took our only boy at
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By The Felice Brothers, drink some colored drink
fall in love and run
lost my shoes
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By The Felice Brothers, O my love is light as a dove
Her skin is
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By The Felice Brothers, Katie dear make me a road map
That leads to old
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By The Felice Brothers, Little Ann's in the kitchen in her modern gown
With the
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By The Felice Brothers, It's almost definite
I'm really on my way to hell
Get down
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By The Felice Brothers, Show me mercy
Show me mercy, Mary girl
Bury this here gun
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By The Felice Brothers, You're shaving your legs in my bathroom
So you can wear
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By The Felice Brothers, Anna Bell, the dying leaves
Are dancing off of the trees.
They
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By The Felice Brothers, The exhaust from the prison van is going to heaven,
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By The Felice Brothers, her name was ruby mae
she danced the cabaret
such a lovely
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By The Felice Brothers, I have seen the endless waves breaking
On my vessel's
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By The Felice Brothers, I see San Antonio burning
Through the barred station window
I see
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By The Felice Brothers, T for Texas, a T for Tennessee
Oh Lord, a T
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By The Felice Brothers, Take this hammer (whoa)
And carry it to the captain (whoa)
Take
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By The Felice Brothers, Your apron is stained
You work every hour of the day
You're
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By The Felice Brothers, I'm in the lobby of the motel late
Waitin on my
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By The Felice Brothers, I swear I'm going someplace
Can't you see the billboard in
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By The Felice Brothers, I'm an orphan before I'm a son
and I'm nothin' if
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By The Felice Brothers, Old man Peter was a mighty man
Combed his hair with
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By The Felice Brothers, Every Sunday morning I wake up
I see you by your
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By The Felice Brothers, We'd watch the shapes the rain would make
Falling down the
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By The Felice Brothers, Nineteen hundred twenty ninePretty womenMen are dyingCall a nurseCall a